Daimon and Lilith found themselves in the heart of the clearing, their engrossing conversation delving into the intricacies of the shifting dynamics between the world tower and Earth.
The words flowed between them like a current of understanding and insight, each sentence a thread weaving a tapestry of their thoughts and observations.
Their exchange, however, was abruptly punctuated by a palpable shift in the atmosphere. It was as if the very air quivered with an undercurrent of anticipation.
Lilith's perceptive gaze flickered toward the source of the disturbance, her features a study in calm alertness.
Her crimson eyes held a glint of readiness, a silent acknowledgment of the approaching presence.
"Daimon," her voice, soft yet steady, cut through the ambient sounds of the clearing. Her tone carried a note of caution, a gentle warning that danced on the edge of her words. "It seems that we have some uninvited company."
